I’m good a loving, taking care of and putting others first. When it comes to me, though, I’m not so good at self-care.
I thought in February I was going to focus on spending time with friends and family. But I haven’t been feeling well. I was feeling bad about always feeling tired and having to take off work to sleep (I was headed into a downward spiral), when a friend pointed out that “self-care is not something to be ashamed of.”
Anastasia is good at self-care.
Think about it. She sets off on a journey to find her past because that is what she thinks she needs. She is taking care of herself. I don’t find her actions to be selfish. I admire her for taking initiative.
I wonder if I were in her shoes, if I would have left for St. Petersburg. Would I have looked for answers? Would I have put trust in two strangers to take me to Paris?
Anastasia has been trying to teach me about self-care since day 1, when I went to see the Broadway play. I dressed up, ate at a fancy restaurant, spent quality time with a friend and had fun. I took care of myself.
I always feel that I need to take care of others before I take care of me. Their feelings and their happiness I find more important than my own. Part of this is because I can feel other’s distress. Part of this is because it’s easier to deal with others than myself.
Last weekend I went through all of my clothes to see if they “sparked joy” (based on the KonMari method).
It felt great. Do I have to do laundry more often now? Yes. But does if feel good to only have clothes that make me happy? Does it feel good to take care of me?
So, whether your self-care is an adventure to Paris, a pedicure or a nap – indulge. You deserve it. And so do I.